Jump On Stage

Girl Talk

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    Uhh, i keep it playa while some choose to play it safe
    Boy check the rsume, it's risky business in the a (a)
    And i've been witness to this history, ever since the 10th grade
    We went from rockin braids to temp fades
    I twist my a hat to the side just for style
    Or throw on the gucci bucket with the flowers super fly
    Wow, the southern pride been known to shut it down
    It ain't so country though nigga, this ain't no gomer pyle
    I'm sergeant slaughter, i keep my shit cooked to order in order
    To satisfy my people in georgia and cross the water
    And, across the border the esse's are gettin smarter
    They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas
    If you follow, wink wink, no doubt we +don't speak+
    In a blink them folks can have you sleepin in the clink
    I'm shittin on niggaz and peein on the seat
    It's the nigga, the b-i-g b-o-i, o-u-t

    Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug
    And throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutterbuggs
    I'm double fisted and you empty you can grab a cup
    Boy stop, i'm just playin,
    Boy stop??

    Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin' yack.
    Bendin' 'round corners in the 'lac.
    We be clubbin'
    Get up (x3)
    Do that shit, do that shit, do it
    And this goes out to all my ladies in the front. what you want? you make me wanna breed. girl freeze.
    We be clubbin'
    Get up (x3)
    Do that shit, do that shit, do it

    I wish i was like six-foot-nine
    So i could get with leoshi
    Cause she don't know me but yo she's really fine
    You know i see her all the time
    Everywhere i go, and even in my dreams
    I can scheme of ways to make her mine
    Cause i know she's livin phat
    Her boyfriend's tall and he plays ball
    So how am i gonna compete with that
    'cause when it comes to playing basketball
    I'm always last to be picked
    And in some cases never picked at all
    So i just lean upon the wall
    Or sit up in the bleachers with the rest of the girls
    Who came to watch their men ball
    Dag y'all! i never understood, black
    Why the jocks get the fly girls
    And me i get the hood rats
    I tell 'em scat, skittle, skibobble
    Got hit with a bottle
    And put in the hospital, for talkin' that mess
    I confess it's a shame when you livin' in a city
    That's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
    Glad i came to my senses
    Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach
    Overcome with my thoughts of me and her together
    Right?
    So when i asked her out she said i wasn't her type

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    I wish i was little bit taller
    I wish i was a baller
    I wish i had a girl who looked good i would call her
    I wish i had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
    And a six four impala

    He's phony
    She's fake
    Thats the type of people i hate

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    Ya'll know the lyrics, come sing with me

    Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay,
    Gimme the mic so i can take it away.
    Off on a natural charge, bon voyage
    Yeah, from the home of the dodgers, brooklyn squad
    Wu-tang killerrr bees on a swarm!
    Rain on ya college ass, disco dorm!
    When you didn't even touch my skill,
    You gotta have the one killer bee and he ain't gonna kill. now
    Chop that down, pass it all around!
    Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground!
    For any mc in any 52 states,
    I gets psycho killerrrr norman bates!
    My producer slam, my flow is like bam!
    Jump on stage, and then i dun-daaaah!

    But im a creep
    (ooh, baby, i like it raww...)
    I'm a weirdo
    (yeah baby, i like it rawww!!!)
    What the hell am i doing here
    (ooh, baby, i like it raww...)
    I dont belong here
    (yeah baby, i like it rawww!!!)
    Run, run run run

    One time y'all
    Throw your hands real high y'all
    Yea, get down y'all
    Let me see you, all y'all

    Hennessy and trees, that's all i need
    Back it up, don't stop
    Hit the floor, make it drop
    Rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat
    Rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat
    It goes left, right, left, right
    Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right
    Ooh ooh baby come on you can wobble wit it
    Ooh ooh baby come on you can hustle wit it
    Do the beattown mo, get cocky wit it
    Put ya hands in the air don't stop wit it
    Ooh ooh baby come on you can wobble wit it
    Ooh ooh baby come on you can hustle wit it
    Do the beattown mo, get cocky wit it
    Put ya hands in the air don't stop wit it

    Oh oh
    Oh oh

    Hey ladies!!

    This beat (hey)
    This beat, this beat (c'mon)
    This beat is sick
    Lets have some fun
    This beat is sick
    I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
    Hey
    This beat (hey)
    This beat, this beat (hey)
    This beat is sick
    Don't think too much just bust that dick
    I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

    Heyyyyyyy ladies in the place i'm callin' out to ya
    There never was a city kid truer and bluer
    There's more to me than you'll ever know
    And i've got more hits than sadaharu oh
    Tom thumb, tom cushman or tom foolery
    Date women on t.v. with the help of chuck woolery
    Words are flowing out just like the grand canyon
    And i'm always out looking for a female companion
    I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib
    I took off her moccasins and put on my bib
    I'm wheelin' and dealin' i make a little bit of stealing
    I'll bring you back to the place and your dress i'm feeling
    Your body's on time and your mind is appealing
    Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiling
    Such and such be the bass that i'm throwing
    Talking to a girl telling her i'm all knowing
    She's talking to the kid
    I'm telling here every lie that you know that i never did

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    Composition: Gregg Gillis

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